David Bailey once said that the day you take a perfect picture is the day you give up photography. Maybe from within the painfully beautiful silence, in the same way, the day you have a perfect day is the day you stop living...
...life slips through the cracks, looking for now...life is not full of contadictions, it's overflowing with them...
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it's a buddhist thing, isn't it? 'life is suffering'...
it is...
...and mister tumnus knew that more than most...
...but there was joy from the journey in the end...
...that's my prayer for us all...
yes. i'm in the preliminary stages of starting to begin to see the difference between happiness and joy. it might be my prayer too. where two or more are gathered, and all...
your belfast hero Mr Lewis has one or many profound things to say about the difference between joy and happiness...
does he? in which book might i find these nuggets of wisdom? (i have recently felt a little cold towards CS, but now might be the time for the renewal of our relationship)
Sorry to interrupt, but actually, Buddha said "Suffer what there is to suffer. Enjoy what there is to enjoy."
(As you were. Have a good day.)
Mata
isn't it the first noble truth? (sorry, i know bugger all about buddhism, but i'm sure i read this somewhere)
If i remember correctly 'Surprised by joy' is the little fella to read...also 'The Great Divorce' and the one on pain whose title seems to have been removed from my brain much like the cosmic force that removes a sock everytime you use a public laundery!
the problem of pain?
and what is it with the socks? i have been collecting socks that come out of the laundry sans partner. i now a HUGE bag of odd socks that haven't got a match! is there some sort of parallel universe where the other socks go via the washing machine portal? could this explain my toddler's all consuming fascination with the washing machine? curiouser and curiouser...
..interrupting again...
Surely you have had the experience of seeing the odd, random sock by the side of the road, in a gutter? Those are the laundry escapees.
Once I begin interrupting I seem less able to stop. I cannot resist posting Neruda's lengthy poem,
ODE TO MY SOCKS
Maru Mori brought me
a pair
of socks
which she knitted with her own
sheepherder hands,
two socks as soft
as rabbits.
I slipped my feet
into them
as if they were
two
cases
knitted
with threads of
twilight
and the pelt of sheep.
Outrageous socks,
my feet became
two fish
made of wool,
two long sharks
of ultramarine blue
crossed
by one golden hair,
two gigantic blackbirds,
two cannons:
my feet
were honored
in this way
by
these
heavenly
socks.
They were
so beautiful
that for the first time
my feet seemed to me
unacceptable
like two decrepit
firemen, firemen
unworthy
of that embroidered
fire,
of those luminous
socks.
Nevertheless,
I resisted
the sharp temptation
to save them
as schoolboys
keep
fireflies,
as scholars
collect
sacred documents,
I resisted
the wild impulse
to put them
in a golden
cage
and each day give them
birdseed
and chunks of pink melon.
Like explorers
in the jungle
who hand over the rare
green deer
to the roasting spit
and eat it
with remorse,
I stretched out
my feet
and pulled on
the
magnificent
socks
and
then my shoes.
And the moral of my ode
is this:
beauty is twice
beauty
and what is good is doubly
good
when it's a matter of two
woolen socks
in winter.
i like it!
and. considering cyber monasteries(!) and all that, your posts cannot possibly be an interruption. although i think i know how you feel. i always feel like an invader from outer (cyber)space on other people's blogs, not to mention in their living rooms/ cafes/ churches.... here's to interruption!
my girls you have been busy...
thanks mata for the gift...i will look at the cross and remember....very kind and very moved
mister tumnus, when was the last time you went to the city church cafe?
couple of weeks ago. why? i go on tuesdays sometimes.
just trying to put a face on mr tumnus
Ahh..I am glad it arrived safely. It just seemed like the right thing to do, as though it could be of use to you. I am glad it spoke to you.
might you have been there?! spooky weirdness. there are probably pictures of me in the dark recesses of my blog.
mata
loved it and it will help guide me home...
mr
Cary and the good Dr drag me there when in g best city
well perhaps we'll cross paths at some stage then. groovy.
you have a lovely looking family...take care of them
thanks for tuning into to my ramblings
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